“Blow you?” Aquila whispered finally, and fast kisses made their way to Jeffrey’s ear and faster hands tugged up his shirt to find his fly.
“Clark’ll kill me,” Jeffrey murmured, hips pitching forward and rolling to help Aquila tug denim down around his thighs.
“He tell me no one bother us,” Aquila said, sending his touch beneath Jeffrey’s shirt and making him squirm with a vicious pinch and tug to one n****e.
“What?” Jeffrey asked, trying to resurface, but Aquila’s lips were on his neck and—oh God, oh hell yes—Aquila’s fingers were under the waistband of his underwear, sliding and wrapping around his c**k. Jeffrey clutched at Aquila’s sweater, pushing into a tight fist. He was sweating under his T-shirt, too damned hot in the room. It’d been forever since Jeffrey got any, Aquila smelled
